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Are you seriously telling me, that you would deny the world an exquisite painting just because the cardboard firm from down the street is hiring? That the greatest secrets of quantum physics would go forever unearthed, because Dad thinks girls are fit only for babymaking? And don't you dare tell me I'm unrealistic. I know a body's chance of sinking their claws into a dream are fairly grim. But, not to try? To settle into the gray doldrums with nary a peep?

Friday, September 23, 2005

this morning, I recall one of the nightmares I had during my early days in komaneka. it was when I found out that all of the staffs at komaneka already knew who I am, and I don't even remember their names! even worse, I was the manager on duty during Nyepi Day and there were twenty staffs under my supervision and only six or seven of them who I had known exactly their names, faces and positions. I had to peep into the scrambled list that I make and sneaking around them during work shifts so that I can look at the name on their uniform while make sure that they didn't know it.

now that those times are passed, I have another list to put on my head. it was the list of the suppliers, carpenters, mechanics, and all of those support groups I'm working with...here's the list will looks like now...